Against panes shadows glisten
Against panes shadows glisten in mock of what we call for. It shouts their names the winds that out-there blister should you confront them. Inside no chance of deep-tucked in beds the silence protecting. So it stores its rage in barrels fathers told us, as stock and what might come of when our sins outweigh our graces cared with. Hurtful when you upheld them, this life betrays what turns dust, the dread of such punishments plagues if fast now approaching. Consternation devalues Consternation devalues, puts to test such the subtle amputation of ego broken if in jest. Here we have it ruled that if holds power what they should want for ours to give it unwieldy in ruffled stations play discovering kindness at best there dislocated that what comes as ruse samples-out our role for this mere data collection. There are claims made by music There are claims made music then to be heard if you give it listen and let apprehending nine truths their abandon. Count them as one; lose them as each, you will not regret it the happy chance of love-lost rendition. The stratus cloud beats inhibition The stratus cloud beats inhibition, staggers beyond realm of what let it feel the fold, a program conducive of trust misdirected. And there you have in what out-loud is arrogant combustion, simple if minded likewise come out of that same class of petricolored doors afterlifes adorn with, happy for the stance taken against convoluting spendthrifts. What some rogue prentice left un-shouted What some rogue prentice left un-shouted (Mephistopheles not his name but some other by which goes by discipled) upstarts more the safe way to heaven oleanders give for, come about as begets with what saves Time its restitution this mere justice happenstance affords reckless youths who never should have bothered but that we own them, coming all to dance off the soft heat summer propels with, inching towards scales of what’s flourished when spring buds turn off to flower and they have it that freedom once taught of now daemonic if then embellished. Bio: Andrew Cyril Macdonald considers the role of inter-subjectivity in poetic encounter. He celebrates the confrontations between self and Other and the challenges that occur in moments of injustice. He is founding editor of Version (9) Magazine, a poetry journal that implicates all things theoretic. You can find his words in such places as A Long Story Short, Blaze VOX, Cavity Magazine, Experiential-Experimental Literature, Fevers of the Mind, Green Ink Poetry, Lothlorien, Nauseated Drive, Otoliths, Synchronized Chaos, Unlikely Stories and more. When not writing he is busy caring for seven rescued cats and teaching a next generation of poets.